Hey guys trust you guys had an amazing weekend. Am dropping another series, this series was inspired by someone special to me. I do hope you guys enjoy..
What's the matter? Can't you find the hole?" Ijeoma teased Jide from the office across the hall. He folded up a piece of paper and made another attempt at her wastepaper basket. He missed again by about an inch. It was almost afternoon and Jide was enjoying watching his pretty, busty co-worker tidy up her office before going to lunch.
Ijeoma bent over to reach the lowest drawer in her file cabinet and Jide slowly crushed another piece of paper, watching the stretchy fabric of her skirt gradually rise up the back of her thighs as she searched through the file drawer. He took aim and launched another shot, this time hitting Ijeoma's ass, right between her round cheeks.
"I found that one," he commented, proud of his achievement from a range of nearly fifteen feet.
"I don't know how you could miss that; it's a very big target," she said, belittling her slightly fleshy ass. She was in her late twenties and had a little more back there than she used to.
"No, it's just right," he said, intently watching her ass change shape as she stood back up.
"I bet you say that to all the female workers here."
In fact, Jide flirted with a number of women on their office floor, but Ijeoma was the most fun—probably because she could dish it back to him as if she were the office filth. Jide knew better, though. He knew the real Ijeoma. He had been the one that got her to come out of her shell when she joined the company as an intern, shy and quiet. They became good friends, although a little naughty in their attitude towards one another, despite the fact that Ijeoma was married and Jide was in a serious relationship.
Their boss had taken the day off and there was always a different mood in the office when he was gone. The phones were quiet that morning and Ijeoma and Jide had taken their casual flirting a little further than usual, playing, as mice do, while the cat was away. Some of their playful chitchat was getting personal, dipping into the subject of their sex lives at home.
Ijeoma was happily married to Chidi, going on their third year, but she had recently begun getting a little anxious about their life in the bedroom. Sex was okay, but it wasn't knocking her brains off. She didn't feel comfortable talking truthfully with Chidi about it; it just wasn't normal conversation for them.
Chidi was from a very strict Christian family, who barely acknowledged the existence of sex, let alone discussed it openly. Suppressing that carnal instinct was all he knew before he met Ijeoma. He was still a virgin on their wedding night.
Ijeoma was not so immaculate, but was by no means a whore. She had had a few boyfriends, but only one or two long-term relationships. Her limited sexual experiences before marriage seemed to fade away after marrying Chidi, burying themselves under the safe and comfortable boundary of conventional marital intercourse.
Chidi seem contented with doing things the same way they always had, reluctant to try anything new or risky. They made love in the missionary position almost exclusively, and Ijeoma could predict his orgasm almost accurately.
Never in a million years would she have thought she'd be telling details like this to a colleague, let alone a male one, but Jide had a way of getting her to open up about very private things—probably because he was so helpful and vulnerable when it came to talking about his own sex life. He made the topic seem natural, even fun. She was thankful she had aweirdo as Jide as a friend to confide in, but she would never tell her husband about the things she and Jide talked about, or the mostly innocent flirting that went on in the office. She knew it would never go beyond flirting.
It wasn't in Ijeoma's nature to cheat on her husband; she had never cheated on anyone. Neither had she ever really been much of a flirt. Ijeoma was what most would refer to as a "good girl." But flirting and talking sex with Jide was athrilling guilty pleasure. It wasn't cheating as much as it was pretending to cheat, but it felt so good! Sometimes she would play Jide's sex games; sometimes she ignored him. Today she was in the mood to play.
"Where are you going for lunch?" Jide asked her.
“Just the staff cafeteria today."
"Me too," he said.
"Want to join me?" she asked.
"Sure; I'm always yours," he said with a cunningchuckle.
"I'm talking food here o," Ijeoma corrected, even though she knew he was unserious.
"Oh, fine, we can eat I guess," he said with feigned gloominess.
***
They sat down at a two-person table in a corner of the cafeteria, neither of them wanting to chat with the others. The sexual tension was intensified today and Ijeoma decided to take advantage of the opportunity to ask Jide some seriously personal questions. There were things she always wanted to know about what men thought of sex, but had never had achance to ask. She had never talked so freely with anyone before she and Jide became friends. She felt like she could bring up any bizarre subject and he would talk truthfully.
"Can I ask you a very private question?" she asked, getting him ready.
Jide's expression grew excited. "Only if it involves somebody being nude."
Ijeoma took a bite of her meat pie and just let it right out. "Do you like to masturbate a lot?"
Jide had just taken a bite of his own meat pie, and immediately wished he had waited until after she asked her question. He nearly choked trying to swallow.
Taking a gulp of his juice, he finally recovered enough to speak. "Yes, you?" he said in response, as though she had just asked him something as boring as whether he had charged his phone.
"Well, I'm a lady," she evaded.
"Yeah, I know," he said with lustful eyes.
"What I mean is, is it something men do all the time or just like every few weeks?"
"Oh! Well, it depends."
"So, how often do you do it?" she pressed.
"Seventy times a day, baby! I'm a sexual engine!"
Ijeoma continued to look at him, unmoved, waiting on a real answer.
"Okay, honestly? It depends on how much my girlfriend is around. A couple times a week. Maybe more if something turns me on."
"Like what?"
"Like a sexy colleague with a curvy ass and tight skirts."
Ijeoma gave abright, but wicked smile. "You think about me when you wank, abi?"
"I will tonight for sure. Unless Lolacum early." He laughed at his unintended pun. "Cum," he repeated with a giggle.
"You had better not think about other women when you're making love to that nice girl o!" she scolded.
"No!" Jide implored. "Well, it depends on what you were wearing that day."
"Stop joor!" she called softly with a smile. "So, what is Lola's favorite thing to do?"
"Now, we're talking!" Jide yelled, sitting up in his seat and getting more comfortable. He leaned in to speak, and lowered his voice. "I think, but I'm not too sure, that she might really like anal."
Ijeoma's eyes grew wide as she covered her mouth. "You guys do anal?"
"We have a couple times. She seemed to really enjoy it. I can't believe we didn't try it until now."
"Oh my goodness! How does it feels like?" This wasn't a question she had thought of asking before, but now Ijeoma really needed to know.
"Oh, it's such a terrific turn-on stabbing your dick in a tight place that wasn't meant for that."
"Yeah, sorry; I can't relate," she remarkedmatter-of-factly. "I mean what's it like for her?"
Jide wasn't exactly sure. "I know it kind of hurt and it took a while to get it in. But once we got going, oh man was she into it!"
"Did she ask you to, or did you just do it?"
Jide thought for a moment, reviving their first time in his head. He spoke gently, just above a whisper. "I was hitting her from behind and pulled out for a break. Before I put it back in, I just started casually rubbing my dick between her ass cheeks. Pretty soon I was like trying...little thrusts at her ass, but with no real penetration. She didn't complain, so I kept going, fingering her a little between efforts at insertion."
It was awkward, imagining it was her ass getting sampled. Just listening to Jide recall the encounter was getting her aroused. She cleared her throat, which had gone dry. "She was okay with you doing things like that to her?"
"She didn't tell me to stop. I think she was as interested as I was. She bent over a little more for me, but didn't say anything, so I kind of took it like she was enjoying it. I poked and played with her ass some more and after a while I managed to squeeze the head inside. Before I knew it, she was moaning for me to push it all the way in."
Ijeoma swallowed hard as she squeezed her thighs together, feeling the first bit of wetness in her panties that had started to emerge from listening to Jide talk sex. She couldn't imagine Chidi ever trying something like that with her. "You're a bad boy, Jide."
"You never know, baby," he said seductively
"So what else do you guys like to do?" Now she was addictedto this new drug of honest sex talk, and needed more.
Jide looked up for a moment, considering what would be the next most erotic thing he could make known to his beautiful friend. "Well, we both like oral, giving and receiving."
"You like to give it to her?" she asked, a little unbelieving.
"Of course! Why wouldn't I?"
"I don't know; I don't think Chidi does."
"Is he gay?"
"No, it's just that—"
"Then he likes it. Trust me."
"But, he never does it," she said a glint of sadness.
"Do you ever ask him to?"
"Well, we're not like that," she explained. "Sex isn't something we openly talk about; it just happens."
"You ‘shildren’ need to get over being so bottled-up. Loosen up! Have some fun and communicate!"
Ijeoma smiled and shrugged her shoulders.
Now Jide had a question for her. "Do you ever go down on him?" he asked.
Ijeoma gave anawkward grin. "Sometimes. Not very often. I don't think he enjoys it much."
"Well, then that's your fault."
Ijeoma frowned at him.
"Seriously, it's not just about putting it in your mouth and sucking away like a lollipop. You have to learn how to take that thing deep, stroke it with your wet throat like you're making love to it."
"I know how to suck a dick," she counteredcalmly.
"Hmmm, look me in the eyes when you say that!"
Ijeoma ignored his tease. "It's just that we seem to avoid doing anything...dirty," she explained. "Like, we only make love; we don't ever ‘have sex’.'"
"Ah, we want to dirty our tidy lovemaking with a little extracurricular activity?" he summed up.
Ijeoma glanced to her left once to reassure herself that nobody was listening. She nodded slightly with a guilty smile on her face.
Jide sighed and reached down and attempted to secretly adjust his trousers to relieve the pressure from his growing erection.
"What are you...doing there, oga?" Ijeoma asked, glancing down and then back at him with a smirk.
"Just looking for my hanky," he lied. "My advice to you is to let him know you can sometimes be a dirty girl." He looked around and lowered his voice. "Start by pulling off of him during sex and having a taste of his tool, dripping wet with your juices. I can say this with absolute certainty: We men love that! And I mean that with a capital L-O-V-E."
Ijeoma frowned at the suggestion.
"Oh, come on!" he pleaded. "You don't really think it's uncultured, do you?"
A smile crept onto Ijeoma's face. "Am I not supposed to?"
Jide grinned at his beautiful colleague. "Ah, I can see it in your eyes, baby! Let go of those hitches. Pretend like you're a porn star when you're fucking him. Be his little slut in bed. He'll start doing things that you never expected."
"Yeah, like asking me what I did with his sweet, innocent Ijeoma. I couldn't bear to annoy him, Jide."
He shook his head and smiled. "You're not listening to your old pal, Jide. He's waiting for you to find your inner slut. Put sweet innocent Ijeoma on the shelf for a while."
Ijeoma smiled uncomfortably at her drink while she stirred her straw. Jide didn't feel like he really convinced her, but it sure had been a fun conversation. Their discussion turned to more pressing issues that needed attended to that afternoon.
The rest of their day was busy answering calls for help from the government bond investors, who suffered a low investment yield at the worst time of the day, but Ijeoma's mind never wandered far from sex. After the morning flirting and the sexually charged lunch with Jide, her libido was boosted.
She found herself daydreaming of seducing her husband, surprising him with a little slutty behavior, undressing seductively in front of him after work, or grabbing his crotch at their hello kiss. Unfortunately, every fantasy ended with Chidigetting annoyed at her abnormal behavior, suppressing her back into good-girl mode.
While she daydreamed away, her work problems weren't fixing themselves. Ijeoma needed to get her mind in gear if she was going to go home before midnight. She pulled out her phone and relieved some tension by sending a message to Chidi, "I luv you." She put her phone away and got down to business. Despite her distractions, Ijeoma managed to answer few phone calls by six o'clock.
The wetness in her panties continued, even when she drove home, prompting Ijeoma to remove them at a red light to get some relief from the uncomfortable dampness. But the thought of not wearing any underwear in public was a turn-on in itself, and soon Ijeoma could feel the wetness building again.
She hoped to find Chidi home when she arrived, anxious to be close to him, to give him a little taste of naughty Ijeoma. But he had worked late that day too, having been in meetings all day, disrupting his usual routine. His phone had rang at a quiet moment while in a committee meeting, reminding him he forgot to silence his phone. Pulling it out of his pocket, he read the sweet message Ijeoma had sent, but couldn't reply. It was odd of her to send such an unnecessary, over-emotional message during the day. Normally she would have said something like, "Pick up some milk." But today it was "I luv you."
It felt good to read it, and made Chidi want to be home more than ever. One little message got the wheels turning in his head. They hadn't been intimate together for more than a week, their hectic schedules simply not permitting any time to do anything other than sleep when they went to bed. Chidi made it point to find time for them tonight.
***
He arrived home to find Ijeoma's car in the garage. He couldn't wait to kiss his pretty wife.
Ijeoma considered giving him a nice French kiss on their greeting, setting the loving mood for some fun that night, but as her mouth approached his, she stiffened and gave him nothing more than their usual peck on the lips. It would have seemed odd to show affection so early in the evening.
"How was your day?" he asked, hanging up his jacket in the wardrobe.
"It was a jungle!" she said, focusing on the afternoon and avoiding the mention of their slow morning. Telling him she had a sexually charged lunch with her flirtatious co-worker would not be a good start to the conversation. "The stockswere down half the afternoon, but we got prevented full crash."
"Oh good," he replied. "I know it is not good when everything breaks at the wrong time."
Their daily greeting was already headed down its normal dull path and she knew they needed to change course. Ijeoma decided to plant the lovemaking seed in her usual way. "Are you, uh, busy later?" she asked, hooking a finger in his belt loop and kissing him gently. It was their little code for letting the other know they were in the mood.
Chidi looked at her with a smile, happy that they were on the same wavelength. He was pleased to answer that he was free. Ijeoma smiled back and went to the kitchen to warm some leftover spaghetti for dinner. Still wearing no panties, she enjoyed the feeling of her skirt rubbing on her bare ass. She hoped Chidi didn't notice that her panty line was gone.
All that Chidi had noticed was how amazing she looked today. He replayed in his head Ijeoma touching his waist as she subtly asked him for sex. He could still smell her breath, taste her lips, and feel her soft breasts briefly press against him. It wasn't even bedtime yet and he already wanted her!
"You look really pretty today," Chidi said on instinct while they ate their dinner. He didn't know why he would tell her that today over any other day. She always looked really pretty to him. He felt he didn't tell her enough anyway. He watched her a few seconds while she ate. Something was different. Was it the little smile she was wearing this evening? Was it the cute way her hair was hanging more to one side than usual?
"What?" Ijeoma finally giggled when she could take his staring no longer.
Chidi shrugged, embarrassed. "I don't know. You look like you had a good day."
"Eh, it was okay," she lied. At that moment, she knew she would tell Chidi at some point about the friendship she shared with Jide—just not tonight. This was a night to reap the benefits of their enlightened conversation, not spoil them.
After dinner, Ijeoma went to the bathroom to freshen up and decided that a shower was what she really needed, considering all the moisture her vagina had been generating for most of the day. She started the hot water and looked at herself in the mirror, turning around and looking over her shoulder to see how she looked without the panty line. She liked what she saw, but didn't think she could go without panties all the time. Maybe just with this skirt, she thought. She unzipped the skirt and watched it slide off her hips, immediately exposing her naked lower half to the mirror. She turned around again and looked at her naked ass. Jide knew what he was talking about; it was just right. She was actually pretty happy with her ass. She hoped Chidi was happy with it. He generally didn't directly compliment her on her body.
She quickly removed her blouse and unhooked her bra before throwing it all in the laundry basket. Her nipples were feeling extra sensitive, just like her clit, and she rubbed them gently, watching her naked shape in the mirror. She couldn't wait for Chidi to fill his hands with her soft boobs!
Normally, when Ijeoma took a shower while in the kind of mood she was in right now, the herhand would eventually find its way to her lower half, gently touchingher labia, sending waves of pleasure, then spreading them apart to find her firmed up clitoris nestled inside, ready to be tickled and teased by her thick thumb. It was how she achieved most of her orgasms. But today she was careful not to stimulate herself too much. She wanted to preserve the blessed tension she had been saving up all day for her husband. Maybe this would be the night he would try something naughty with her. He seemed quite responsive when she subtly suggested they make love.
Instead of masturbating in the shower, Ijeoma tried something different, but equally erotic. Examining her vagina, she got a crazy idea. She'd never trimmed herself down there before. After shaving her legs as usual, she let the razor creep off her thigh and below her navel, shaving a corner of her pubic hair. She did the same to the other side. Before she knew it, she had narrowed her normally wide area of hair. She shaved a little more off the sides, then across the top, and then rinsed the soap off. She opened the shower door and looked in the mirror.
"Oh, baby!" she thought to herself. Suddenly she looked like a porn star. Her pussy looked much smaller, much prettier. She continued to watch in the mirror as she slipped a finger across her remaining hair and dipped it between her labia. She felt the seemingly ever-present moisture and pulled a thick, slippery line of fluid from her vagina. The shaving had turned her on even more!
---To Be Continued---
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